One look at her

And I deduced she must be a Bong

Those powerful eyes

And gigantic bust line 

Was defining 

I was waiting for my turn to register my issue 

The queue was long

But her looks kept me immersed 

Particularly the peekaboo of her cleavage 

Our eyes locked

And she smiled

Finally when my turn came

It was already time for lunch break

Sorry sir, you have to wait, she said

As she headed towards the cafeteria 

I followed her

She sized me up from head to toe

Aware of my intentions

Follow me she said 

Mystified, I did

We headed towards a deserted passage 

She waited

I waited 

For the first move

The thirst is yours not mine, she whispered 

Saying so she lifted her saree

And secured my head

Between her legs

The power of her musk overwhelmed my senses

I took my time

Licking her thighs

I gradually moved up to her foliage 

Her muffled moans echoed in the passage

I gulped every ounce of her juices 

Till I was satiated 

Till she became silent 

Did my work get expedited

The answers is pretty obvious 

Rather many of my bank work 

Had a smooth passage.

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